Sunny. Very sunny. And cold. Very cold. Standing outside basking it reminds me of when I was a kid and, in the winter, we’d all huddle round the fire, warm in front and cold in back. Even with a flannel blanket and austerity layers of clothing, it was cold in back. And chilblained toes were endemic.
I wonder if anybody other than me remembers the ‘liberty bodice’? And shudders with such deep revulsion? And associates the beastly things with vinegar, onion and brown paper poultice and the horrid smell of menthol?
“Good old days.” My posterior.
